Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the frantic tempo of his thoughts. He felt…contained. Every room, every familiar object, seemed to press in on him. He needed an escape. A break.

He pulled on his coat and ventured out, the city streets slick and glistening under the streetlights. He walked, and walked, and walked, the aimlessness of his wanderings becoming a form of release.

Finally, he found himself drawn into the warm glow of a pawn shop. Within a dark display case, reflecting the neon lights outside, he spotted a familiar, precious gleam. He swallowed hard. It was impossible, wasn't it?